Our act is over, our performance witnessed on stage. And now your presence left a ghost in my bedroom. I close my eyes thinking of your scent. I am lonely, but never completely so. The ghost of your hair, against my cheek as I lay in my pillow.
In these nights, I still feel her breathe. Synchronized with mine, lying over my sheets. She is a thousand miles away, and months gone, but my body remembers. The nights we spent being so consciously aware of each other's movement will never leave me. Like a mark on my soul infused for all eternity.
I clutch my forearms over myself, against the shiver. My breasts felt tight under my loose shirt. My shorts hugging me too tightly.
If we were reborn in a different life, I could recognize her in the shadow that brushes pasts me on the street.
I never meant for it to happen. I can never share with anyone else. The part of me that only comes out, alone, feeling empty but not empty, in the darkness of night.
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